Kieren lets out a laugh when he sees who it is that's come to see him and adjusts enough to move the groceries aside and make room in his arms for Padfoot, knowing that he might seem a touch overly affectionate with a stray dog for the passers-by, but he doesn't give a fuck about them (mind his language).

"Hey," he greets, digging his fingers into Padfoot's fur as he buries his face in there. At least he's not crying, yet. "This turned up."